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So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

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There’s this one spot, not well-known, tucked behind the old theater on Lindenweg. I used to vent there, feeling the weight of the world—and hey, even sexologists need to let off steam. Crazy right? I remember that crazy night when I was mad as hell, jur- Oops—I mean, just mad, cuz the vibes were off, then bam! This kid busts out a recite of "And even in the dark, light finds a way." Crazy emotions, real raw.

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